When God changes my plans

After a delightful few days in the sunshine with a dear college friend, I was ready to be home, see familiar sights and sleep in my own bed. My friend dropped me off to the airport and headed to her home several hours away. I walked into the airport ready for 2 easy, quick flights to home. AND THEN my plans changed.

My original flight was delayed, but there was still time to make my connection to Pittsburgh. I sat down, plugged my phone into a charger and waited. AND THEN the announcement came, that President Trump was flying out of Palm Springs and the airport stopped all incoming and outgoing flight. A collective groan went through the airport and long lines formed as we all tried to reroute our trips.

Flight after flight I tried to get on would not get me home that evening. Finally, I ended up flying to Chicago to sleep on my daughter’s couch. At first, I (like most of the crowd) allowed frustration and even some anger arise within me. Then I remembered a lesson I learned 9 years ago when this same experience happened. Even though, I make my plans and expect that they will work out – God ultimately controls the details of my journey.

All around me where people who were angry and frustrated; I could feel myself doing the same. Then I stopped that pattern of thought and realized that while I was disappointed that I would not be home that evening, I was safe and cared for. Unexpected time with my daughter and son-in-law and my 2 year old granddaughter’s morning greeting of “Hi Mimi” were a sweet gift.

I was reminded again, that I do not control much of what happens to me. My Lord simply asks me to trust Him as He arranges the steps of my journey home.